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Chapter 4


-Chapter Four-



The gentlemen finally caught her line of sight as Mrs. Roberts led them through the pasture. Mathew was dressed in a rich purple with a white silk hanker-chief dangling around his neck. That's all she really saw of him; her eyes were glued on Jacob.

His lankly boy form had filled out over the years; his chest, once small and unimpressive, had grown in color and size, was covered by a pristine white shirt and olive green waistcoat. His strawberry blond hair, which her fingers ached to caress, dangled loosely by his ears, and his enchanting blue eyes, which held her in a trap for years, were focused solely on the land before him, which was his passion.

As Mr. Roberts led the "honored" guests inside, Cecile quickly readied herself for their entrance; placing every seam of her sky blue dress with white frill and lace popping off the sleeves and in her curls of copper, rested a comb of the brightest silver, and embedded were sapphires and emeralds of beauty that matched her own. All of these petty material things were bought for her by her parents in hope of upping her beauty; they did not have to try, because Cecile was easily the prettiest girl in all of England.

As her nose was buried inside the world of Pip, the world melted away from her; the familiar flickering of the fire died away in her subconscious, the melting light cascading through her window, and the books gathering dust in their boredom. The responsibilities and duties of the evening were forgotten in the whirl of her story.

So, it is understanding that she did not notice Mathew's entrance into the study; and it is also understandable that she did not hear him clear his throat until it was nearly hoarse. It was only then she was able to escape the world Dickens had woven for her.

"Oh, Mr. Asher," Cecile exclaimed, jumping out of her comfortably worn leather chair. "Pardon my ignorance, sir; I was too involved in the world of Dickens."

"It is fine, my dear, and do call me Mathew," He gave a smile that was supposed to be charming, and a wink that was supposed to be flirty; all loving Cecile saw was a forced grin and a twitch of the eye.

She blushed politely none-the-less, only for her error, not of attraction. "Of course, Mathew, I am terribly sorry."

"I expect you shall be joining us for dinner?" He probed, his eyes giving his wickedly pretty twinkle.

"Of course."

"I shall see you there, then; I will leave you to the world of your book."

Relief washed through her, but she masked it with cleverly fake disappointment. "All right, Mathew. Good evening."

"And to you as well."

Mathew left disappointed; Cecile didn't seem nearly as charmed or breath-taken with him as he supposed she would be. After all, for a man he thought he was, shouldn't a young woman of attraction such as that be panting for such an eligible bachelor that gave attention to her?

While he pondered, another scene so far different was taking place in the study.

Chapter 5


-Chapter Five-



Cecile had sunken back into her chair, rubbing her temple
in the most pretty manner, when a voice that she was so desperate to hear whispered "I'm positively glad he's gone."

Cecile leapt from her chair in utter joy, her ocean-blue eyes dancing with such joy it is beyond my ability to describe. Cecile was a sensible girl though; she was able to mask most of her feelings by putting on her best charade of manners.

"Jacob, what a pleasure. I just saw your brother out. It is a shame you missed him." Cecile said, desperate to kiss the lips that smiled to her in the firelight.

"I must disagree, because, as I said before, I am glad my brother is gone."

"But why? I was under the impression you two were close."

"We are, at times."

"You tease me, Jacob; and my question has yet to be answered."

"I am glad he's gone because now we are truly alone."

A rose hue touched both their cheeks. Cecile, being the sensible girl she was, was still at the will of her curiosity, causing her to ask "Why?"

"So I could do this."

And Jacob leaned forward, his eyes closed and his pouty lips parted in pleasure, and kissed her.

Chapter 6


-Chapter Six-



As the biographer of their story, I feel I cannot do them justice if I do not give a separate chapter for the kiss that changed their lives.

And what a kiss this was!

Picture, if you can, Cecile's side of this kiss; eight years she has loved Jacob Asher. Eight years she was so positively sure she could not have him that she consented to give herself to his brother, just so she could be near him always. And for eight bloody years, she kept her passion hidden to spare

him. She gave everything she could give to him in one kiss, to express that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

And for him; eight years of repressed feelings, of a sudden and fresh love taking control of his heart, and other such utter jealousy of his brother's prize that he had to get it himself. With this kiss he tried to pass along every apology he could, and when Cecile wrapped her tongue around his, he knew she had accepted him.

And with both sides sharing this story, their bodies passion sparked; energy flowed through their mouths, feeding each body, passion's sweet wine flowing into them, the love they have so long repressed finally escaping.

In this chapter, I must leave you with the words each said simultaneously, the words they each wanted to hear.

"I love you, and I always shall."

Chapter 7


-Chapter Seven-



"Oh, darling, you love me?"

"Cecile, I believe with all my heart I always have. And now that I know for certain I love you and you love me, I shall never let my love waver."

"Jacob, my dear sweet Jacob, I love you too!"

"Will you ever leave me?"

"Of course not! Do not talk such utter nonsense!"

"Will you ever hurt me, my darling?"

"Never! But should I be asking if you will ever hurt me?"

"What! Why do you ask me that? It tears my heart in two!"

"As yours did to mine, but you must know that it is not just my heart now; it is both of ours."

"I know, love, I know."

"Understand, darling; it is no longer Cecile Roberts and Jacob Asher; we are now Cecile AND Jacob. Two bodies, one soul, one being."

"Yes, darling, yes! Kiss me, seal the promise of heaven your words paint for me!"

"Not now, darling, your brother may come in, or my parents! Heaven knows what people will think; the girl promised to your brother kissing the other!"

"D--n them, darling! My want of you shall grow more and more unless quenched."

"Jacob! Such language!"

"My apologizes."

"I accept but, my darling, we must go to dinner. We cannot meet in the house like this! Too many busy bodies."

"I agree; we need a place to be alone."

"What about the old meadow? Where we first met?"

"Perfect; until we are alone once more."

"Alright darling; please, for my life, love me still in the morning."

"A promise I shall readily keep. Good evening."

"Good evening."

Chapter 8


-Chapter Eight-



Dinner went on and on with no serious consequence. Mathew put out effortless flirtation, but to no avail; her entire being was focused on looking at Jacob without seeming to look at him. Every woman of teenage years will know what I am trying to express; the sly looks across the room, a hidden smile at the thought of him, a shared glance. The night did come to a close, with such a simple and polite goodbye from Mathew,

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